Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Beauty is indeed alluring

. In an instant, Mingzhe subconsciously glanced sideways at Biezhi.

No one present had ever seen Qin Xiao, nor had they ever heard his voice. Among the fellow disciples present, she was the only one who had just secretly escorted him out of the capital.

When their eyes met, Biezhi nodded slightly.

The man outside the door was indeed Qin Xiao, the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple.

Mingzhe untied the robe hanging on his body, motioned for everyone to be silent, opened the door slightly, and walked out sideways.

Seeing this, Biezhi and Fang Tingzhi looked at each other and stood up at the same time.

When Biezhi left, she did not forget to pull Jiran with her.

"I didn't know Lord Qin was coming. My master has been out on an important matter and doesn't know when he'll be back. If you're not in a hurry, you can come another day."

"No problem, I'm just here to get some information. You can pass it on to your master. From now on

, it's up to you whether you accept it or not." "This—" Mingzhe hesitated for a moment. He couldn't reveal the division of labor within Xianyun Tower to anyone else. "Please tell me, Lord." "

The secret guard who followed me when I left the capital over a month ago," Qin Xiao said calmly, his gaze fixed on the man across from him. "I want to know who he is."

Mingzhe was stunned.

Biezhi in the courtyard also froze in his place.

Qin Xiao had been accompanied by many secret guards, including some from the royal palace, but the only person who could have caused him to come to his door was someone he hadn't expected.

And that person could only be her.

Biezhi was the first time she'd encountered someone who came to her house. She looked from Fang Tingzhi to her left, then to Jiran, and silently asked, "What do you want me for? I didn't hurt any of his men along the way, and I've taken down quite a few assassins for him along the way..."

"Don't be nervous,"

Qin Xiao's voice drifted on the wind.

"He gave me a great gift, so it's only right that I return the favor," he said.

Fang Tingzhi frowned. "What did you give him?"

"A few people." Biezhi was just following orders. This was part of the order Qingshan had given her before she left Beijing. On second thought, she felt relieved. "As long as they're not here to seek revenge, everything's fine."

She didn't want to know the rest.

But Fang Tingzhi seemed quite interested and waved him off.

Seeing this, Biezhi turned back to look at Jiran, her eyes flickering, and she couldn't help but pause.

The man's eyes, tinged with a hint of deep thought, seemed even more profound and inscrutable, less worldly and more stern.

Biezhi blinked.

When she opened her eyes again, the expression of the man in front of her was just as usual. No matter how hard she looked at him, she couldn't see any indifference, as if the moment just now was just her illusion.

And how could he, a person who couldn't hear for many years, have such turbulent emotions at this moment.

She looked at the puzzled expression in Ji Ran's face.

Bie Zhi shook her head and glanced at the falling night sky behind him. "I haven't slept well for too long. I am blurry."

Hearing this, Fu Huaiqing raised an eyebrow imperceptibly.

He glanced at the slightly opened door with the corner of his eyes, and his raised thin lips sank a little. The fingertips on the back of Bie Zhi's hand knocked slowly a few times.

Bie Zhi lowered her eyes, then raised them again: "Hmm?"

The girl's pupils widened slightly, and the candlelight fell into her round almond-shaped eyes, adding a different kind of colorful color. Her watery eyes raised, and she just looked at her like this.

Fu Huaiqing's eyes paused for a while before he looked at her with pretended suspicion.

Biezhi knew at a glance that he did not understand her intention, but seeing that he had nothing else to say, she took him back and sighed: "It would be nice if you could hear it."

Fu Huaiqing did not comment.

Having said that, if she knew that she could hear it, she would definitely jump three stories high and jump around in shock.

Fu Huaiqing could even imagine that scene.

His eyelids drooped and he chuckled softly.

The hoarse and low laughter was like a flame that stirred the grass, which made Biezhi tremble. She turned around in surprise.

What caught her eye was the man's expression that could not help laughing, and the slightly restrained smile that made people unable to look away.

Beauty is indeed alluring.

Even the voice is teasing.

Biezhi murmured, "How beautiful."

"Indeed," came the voice of her senior sister from behind. She had only heard that her junior sister was fascinated by a deaf man, and after much thought, she couldn't figure out what it was about him that could attract her. Now it seemed—

"No wonder you're so obsessed." She paused, her eyes glancing at the scar under Ji Ran's eye. "It's a very deep scar, and it looks quite old. Even a miracle doctor wouldn't be able to remove it."

"The owner of the Five Flavors Shop said he was injured by a drunken cook in the inn when he was ten years old while rummaging through filth." Biezhi, knowing that scars left by years of age were difficult to erase, sighed deeply and said regretfully, "If only we had met earlier, I could have taken him on a journey."

She hadn't encountered such a dreadful situation when she had secretly entered the back kitchen to rummage through the filth.

Biezhi couldn't imagine that Ji Ran, deaf, probably didn't hear the commotion behind him as he bent over to rummage through the filth. By the time he realized the danger was approaching, a blade was bearing down on him.

Fu Huaiqing's fingertips trembled as he gripped her palm.

"If anyone's lacking ambition, it's our junior sister," Jing Qing said with a smile, carrying the last dish. His eyes held a hint of mockery. "Instead of taking people on a spree of fine food, you're just taking them on a pilgrimage."

"I'm lacking ambition," Bie Zhi admitted frankly, sniffing the refreshing aroma like a little squirrel. "I just want to have a little money, pocket some silver, and live an elegant life that the world despises."

She was just a vulgar person.

An equal and vulgar lover of money.

"You're quite valuable now," Fang Tingzhi, who had eavesdropped, raised an eyebrow.

Bie Zhi: "How much did he offer?"

Fang Tingzhi gestured with the number four.

Biezhi's eyes lit up. "Forty?"

"Four hundred!" Fang Tingzhi's voice cracked with excitement. "He actually offered four hundred taels!"

Biezhi stood up from the ground, supporting herself on the table, and said, "I'll take it."

"Don't steal the job!" Fang Tingzhi rolled her eyes. "He's just gathering information, not killing anyone."

"He's asking about me, so why not find me?" Biezhi shrugged, but she was just saying it. After all, if Xianyunlou really took the job, it would belong to Shanju. "What a pity." Out of the corner of her eye, she

caught a glimpse of Jiran looking up at her, his expression tinged with a hint of surprise and confusion. She sat down, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, and picked up a large piece of pork elbow for him. Shaking her head, she said, "If this were mine, I'd just write him a diary of my life, everything he wants to know and doesn't want to know. I'll definitely give him more than he paid for." She

didn't care whether Qin Xiao wanted it or not, she would just give it to him.

Fu Huaiqing: "..."

She didn't seem to be just talking, but really meant to do it.

Not long after, Mingzhe returned.

Fang Tingzhi couldn't hold back any longer, so she changed her seat and openly inquired about the news.

The seat next to Biezhi was vacant for just a moment, and someone else filled it. She was whispering with Jiran when she noticed the atmosphere around her and glanced to the side.

"I brought it back especially for you." Jingqing picked up the wine pot in his hand and poured her a small cup. "The world-famous Drunken Flower Wine from Tan County."

In an instant, Biezhi's attention was attracted by the Drunken Flower Wine.

She held the wine cup and smelled the aroma drifting in the wind. The refreshing wine was mixed with a hint of floral fragrance, which made people intoxicated without even sipping it.

The rarity of Tan County Drunken Flower Wine is not the huge amount of money, but the production time. If you can get a pot, you may have to wait for a year or two.

Biezhi asked the reason, and Jingqing said that he was passing through Tan County when he left Beijing, and he had reserved a pot with the restaurant in Tan County in advance, and would pick it up when he returned to Beijing.

As Jing Qing spoke, he poured another cup of sake, passed it over to Biezhi and handed it to Ji Ran, whose eyes were fixed on him, and asked him if he wanted to drink.

Fu Huaiqing raised his hand slowly.

Before the cup of sake fell into his hand, it was snatched away by Biezhi who showed up halfway, "He doesn't know how to drink."

Biezhi snatched the cup of sake and returned it to his senior brother, not forgetting to turn around and glare at Ji Ran, "He drinks when he doesn't know how to drink. You'll know how uncomfortable it is when you have a splitting headache tomorrow."

Fu Huaiqing retracted his hand that was suspended in the air, pursed his thin lips, and looked at her quietly.

Looking at the man in front of her, Biezhi suddenly thought of the big dog she met when she was a wandering child. Its fur was like soft cotton, making people unable to resist touching it.

She thought so, and she did so.

"Good boy."

The moment the girl's crisp voice emanated, Fu Huaiqing's body froze for a moment, and the disbelief in his expression flashed in the dark night.

He breathed hard, and then thought of his own identity at the moment, and his mood calmed down a little.

With her pupils slightly raised, Biezhi caught a glimpse of the glittering light and shadow in the man's eyes. His handsome and angular features also sparkled with light. The corners of her mouth curved up, and she felt particularly relaxed.

Each sip of Zuihua Niang was much sweeter than the previous one.

The sweet and delicious wine was like a refreshing juice. One cup after another, Biezhi inadvertently drank the whole pot of wine. When she could no longer pour out the wine, she was vaguely aware of being drunk.

Biezhi's eyelashes trembled and she tilted her head: "Let's go."

Fu Huaiqing knew she was drunk as soon as she heard her. There was a stickiness in her voice that was not usually there.

But he was deaf now, so naturally he could not respond to her.

Slightly drunk, Biezhi realized belatedly that Ji Ran could not hear her. She took his hand and stood up suddenly, saying to everyone: "It's getting late, we should go first."

"Leaving now?" Fang Tingzhi put down her bamboo chopsticks.

Jingqing also looked at her and frowned slightly.

Biezhi placed her palms on her chest and waved slightly. "We still have to go to Suzaku Gate."

Fang Tingzhi asked, "Send him back?"

"Yes," Biezhi nodded.

Jingqing stood up and glanced at the figure beside her. "I'll take him back for you—"

"No need, Senior Brother," Biezhi said flatly, not waiting for him to finish.

She said on behalf of Jiran, "He rarely interacts with other people and is shy." Without waiting for anyone to say anything, she led Jiran out.

The others looked at each other, their expressions shimmering with meaning. Senior Sister raised an eyebrow at Fang Tingzhi. "Is our little Junior Sister about to get married?"

Fang Tingzhi glanced subconsciously at Senior Brother Jingqing, met his slightly stern gaze, and lowered her eyes. "It's nothing, just friends."

Senior Sister tutted, unconvinced.

A gentle breeze blew, and the intoxication deepened.

Bie Zhi, feeling slightly dizzy, held onto Ji Ran's arm, her whole strength resting on him. She looked here, then elsewhere, her round eyes darting around like a curious rabbit.

She wasn't exactly drunk, her consciousness clear, but she couldn't help wanting to talk.

"The moon is so round tonight, it's as round as the round moon in my master's study." Mentioning her master's absence today, Bie Zhi felt a surge of bitterness. "We finally got together, but as bad as it gets, that Rakshasa called him away again."

"I was planning to talk to my master tonight, asking him to speak up for me in front of Rakshasa." She sighed deeply. "He's truly an old, unmarried man. He dragged me off to discuss business so late at night. No wonder he still doesn't have a wife. He's pathetic."

She lowered her head and chattered on, not calling him Yama Rakshasa this time, but just the old man, oblivious to the dark complexion and throbbing brows of the man beside her.

Fu Huaiqing's eyes fluttered slightly.

He breathed out calmly, raised his palm, and slashed at the back of Biezhi's neck with precision.

Biezhi's eyes suddenly went dark and he fainted.

In an instant, there was silence all around.

Fu Huaiqing rubbed his right ear, and it was much quieter.